Love Like Her (Against All Odds #3) - Claudia Y. Burgoa Page 0,40
I’ve never experienced before. We feast. We ease the pain.
The bone-deep need for him increases as he grinds against me. We’re jerking and pulling each other closer. My body aches. I’m not sure if it’s his pain or a need to quench the thirst for him. We don’t speak. I find the zipper of his jacket, slide it open, and shrug it off of him. He tugs at my sweater, yanking it off.
His mouth is now against my neck, traveling down my skin. Heat sizzles all over my body when he nips at my nipples. He kneads the other with his hand, fondling it. I cry with pleasure as he playfully bites my hardened beads. I can feel his warm breath against my bare skin. God, how I missed this. Him.
Eros’s hands scoop under my ass, lifting me. “Where is your bedroom?”
“Down the hall,” I answer, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Stop me if you don’t want me to continue.”
“I want you,” I mumble as I play with the lobe of his ear.
He places me on the edge of the bed, pulling my leggings off. “You were in pajamas, weren’t you?”
I grin as I watch him push his jeans down along with his boxer briefs and kick them off.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders. He grabs his length and presses it against my entrance.
“Condom,” I remind him.
He frowns. “I’m clean. I haven’t had sex since the last time we were together. How about you?”
“We’re a pair, aren’t we?” I shake my head. “Still on the pill. Well… I’m too busy to entertain the thought of going out with anyone.”
“You need to stop working so much.”
“Stop lecturing me and fuck me.”
“Bossy,” he whispers as his big, thick cock enters me deliciously slow.
His hands pin my wrists on either side of my head. There’s no gentleness tonight. He kisses me as roughly as he thrusts inside me. It doesn’t take long for me to come underneath him. We shudder and rock against each other while sparks fly out of my chest. As our gazes lock again, I see his soul bleeding and the rawness of his pain.
“What can I do for you?”
He gives me a sad smile. “Just be with me tonight.”
I’m unsure of what to say or what to do. I kiss him, hoping that it’s enough. That I’m enough for tonight.
Chapter Twenty-One
Olivia
Though I’d love to stay with Eros all day, my Tuesday is packed. I take a shower, get dressed, and leave a note next to the pot of coffee that’s ready for him.
I’m at work. Call if you need me. Press the start button to get your morning Joe. In case you’re wondering, it’s the one you sent me last November. I’ll try to be back around lunchtime. There’s a set of house keys next to your backpack.
Liv
After a couple of video conferences with Dad and the team, I decide to leave the office for the day. Before I drive toward home, I text Eros.
Eros: Where are you?
Liv: On my way home.
Liv: What do you want for lunch?
Eros: Are you playing hooky, Ms. Sierra?
Liv: Sort of. I’m bringing some work with me.
Eros: I’ll cook for you.
Liv: I don’t have much in my fridge.
Eros: You do now.
Liv: That’s music to my ears. See you soon.
When I enter my place, I yell, “Honey, I’m home.”
“Lunch should be ready soon,” he answers. “Get comfortable.”
“I have work to do.”
“You can do it afterward,” he argues. “I promise to make it good for you.”
“Promises, promises,” I joke, heading to my room. When I pass the kitchen, I spot his shirtless back. Okay, I can take an extended break to see what this guy has planned for us. Since we’re not going out, I put on a long cotton dress.
“What are you making?”
“Hey, beautiful,” he greets me when I enter the kitchen. His lips brush against mine. I draw a deep inhale. We move toward each other, colliding. He pushes me against the wall, and I grab his bare shoulders. He crushes his lips to mine. It’s a sizzling kiss. Deep. Passionate. Mad. I don’t hold back. I never do with him. With us it’s no longer just a kiss. It’s a body and soul experience that pushes us to a different dimension.
He stops us.
“As much as I’d love to continue, we have to eat first.”
I pout. “Since when does that matter?”
“You like your cheese sandwiches gooey,” he answers, kissing my jaw. “I promise to make it up to you.”